we're having babies.. and then she'll be my suicide letter. (yourenotsupposedtounderstandthis)
I wish I could fucking scream into this screen.
the past few days have been kind of a blur.
i get it but i don't "get it".
i know it's love but i'm not loving this.
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i wish i could tell you everything.
i wish you could put my mind at ease.
i wish i could be an optimist-
and wish on your pretty fallen eyelashes
and be sure that everything will be ok.
And now for my rambling...
I am sure that love makes you crazy. It makes me crazy for sure.
Phenylethylamine (PEA), the chemical responsible for the swooning and feelings of adoration, is structurally similar to cocaine. Most people choose cocaine over love when given the chance and I wouldn’t say that’s a bad choice, because love (especially this kind) fucking sucks. The endorphins released during infatuation are similar to heroin; only they don’t make you skinny and pale. Oxytocin, “the cuddling hormone” most often found in new mothers and newlyweds, are like ecstasy- every touch feels a bit tinglier.
Love exists in a bottle.
In a syringe.
I want mine diluted with water.